HP & Me
byWarning: I’ve got my ranty pants on again
Warning: I’ve got my ranty pants on again
Suddenly, amidst the screams and giggles, a shadow appeared in the doorway. “What’s going on in here?” my wife asked me, which was odd because I wasn’t the one screaming or giggling.
Initially, I wasn’t going to weigh into this, but the amount of cyber bullying around this is a disgrace.
My 8 yr old son wants to know at what age I’ll let him sleep with girls. It’s okay it’s not what you’re thinking. I know because at first I was thinking it too.
Tracey wants the matching purse to the handbag she bought last week. We’d been ‘discussing’ it ever since and, as usual, I was losing.